Hunger

In the fields in a monsoon country where it always rain, the major industry is agriculture. But despite their wealthy fields hunger is prominent. This is a story of a mother wondering how to feed the mouths of her children

How do you quench A thirst That goes beyond ages How do you a feed The mouths of the undead In drought I call for rain And as it drenches the crops It litters the soil with its love Only to find myself Still looking

For one thing I shall never have For when the dawn Eats the day, I feast On stale bread, crumb by crumb Like caviar for the poor I wish for more More. The mouths are many The plates are empty When hunger drives man not his soul How does one live by the meal they eat?

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